Purpose?

If you have ever read the book New Moon, then you will know how sad Bella was. Her lover left, and she was completely alone. She had a hole where her heart was, she couldnt feel or even think without feeling pain because her heart wasnt there anymore. Like the world just didnt mean anything, it was just there. Not worth living in, but not able to leave with the fear of hurting loved ones. Its sucks when you feel that like you dont even want to get up, or you dont want to put all your effort into faking that smile or that laugh today. You try to be busy every second, because your afraid if you stop and think you will realize you can't think of one reason to live, or think of a million reasons why you want to die. The world lost its meaning, its purpose. And the only thing your left with is a fake heart, a fake soul, and wondering if you ever had a heart or a soul or if the fake happiness just made it seem like you did. Then when you read a book on vampires or anything out of this world you think, what is so special about earth? You are born, you go through decades of school, and then work for money to keep you afloat, then you live with joint pain till you eventially die. Nothing special, then you wish you could see magic or something amazing if only to make the world seem like there was something else to it worth living for, to see.